There is a wicked new marketing strategy currently sending shock waves through the high-stakes competitive world of luxury fashion. It’s devious, delightful and deliciously dirty.
Here’s the deal: Remember how Snooki, drunk or sober, was never seen without that Coach bag dangling from the crook of her arm? Snooki and her Coach were as synonymous Read More
Sewton’s third law of motion goes as follows: To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. I can’t help but feel it’s time to blow away the cobwebs and give Granny Newton a makeover. I propose the following: To every action, there is invariably a totally gnarly and hideously unstylish avalanche of Read More
As I careen toward 60, I find myself making increasingly desperate attempts to appear young-at-heart and switched-on. Here’s my attitude: If I am doomed to become an alta cacca, then at least let me be a trendy and pop-literate alta cacca. You should hear me screeching and hooting along with “Alejandro” on the Read More
I am surprised there were no poofs caught in the net of that Russian spy haul last week. The connection between espionage and the “friends of Dorothy” is well documented. Paging Guy Burgess, Anthony Blount and other tweedy inverts!
It all makes perfect sense: We gays have a much greater familiarity than Read More
You know those bulging, upward-thrusting codpieces that you occasionally encounter in Renaissance portraiture? Well, this was clearly the original source material for Thom Browne’s black leather thingy, worn by a model during the fashion show at the AmFar Inspiration Awards at the New York Public Library on Thursday, June 3. Thom’s penile missile Read More
I used to think an icon was somebody who, were he/she to be lowered from a helicopter into a shopping mall in the Midwest, would be instantly recognizable to the hordes of shoppers. (Sorry, but I am constitutionally incapable of viewing the world through anything other than a retail perspective.)
As of last week, Read More
Lynn Redgrave changed my life. I don’t care how bananas that sounds. It’s true. She was my unwitting guru, a patron saint for me and for intrepid, glamour-obsessed optimists everywhere. She died last week, leaving us, her flock of adoring disciples, feeling sad and unmoored. A certain bizarre phrase keeps looping through our brains. … Read More
I finally figured out what my problem is. After all these years, I now see what I have been doing wrong. Caution: It’s pretty tragic. Simply put, I am just too folksy and available. Yes: folksy and available!
My epiphany came last week while reading A Time to Be Born, the late Dawn Powell’s searing Read More
Being a broad has never been tougher. Small wonder that Chas Bono has decided to become a bloke. In this crazy day and age, it’s easier to live with an artificial, inflatable willy than it is to go on living as a woman.
No, seriously. Has it ever been more mind-numbingly confusing/complicated to be a Read More
We bossy Brits are totally unstoppable. We love nothing more than to invade other people’s countries and then attempt to save the inhabitants from themselves and their nasty habits. It’s just what we do.
Last week blokey celeb chef Jamie Oliver flew round the U.S. ranting at people about their ’orrible eating ’abits, while promoting Read More
